Chapter 606: Intruder (2)

Chapter 604

Elyon was the first to react in horror.

"W-W-Werewolves?!"

There was no time for Ray to stand around in shock as about fifty Werewolves lunged at him simultaneously.

They were fully transformed, their appearances feral and beast-like, as though they were ready to tear the intruder apart.

Bruce’s eyes widened as he looked at the incoming Werewolves.

They were all lean, almost skeletal, with arms so long that their hands nearly reached their legs. Each finger ended in razor-sharp claws capable of tearing through flesh.

Their fangs dripped with saliva, while their eyes glowed black like the midnight sky.

«Runts.» Bruce whispered.

The Werewolves closed the distance between themselves and Ray within seconds.

Soon, their claws lashed forward like swords, ready to cleave the human apart.

Since Ray was currently in control of their body, his scent was partially human.

If it had been someone stronger, they might have detected something unusual about him. But these guys...

.... All they could smell was a human standing on their territory.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Ray’s hands blurred through the air, his daggers colliding with the incoming claws and deflecting them with precise, masterful control.

Ducking beneath a strike that sliced past his head, he swung both daggers forward in an ’X’ shape. With his weapons crossing and slashing apart, he tore a huge chunk of flesh from one of the Werewolves’ abdomens.

Then he whipped his head to the side and leaned his entire body backwards, narrowly avoiding another thrust of claws.

Placing one palm against the ground, Ray spun and vaulted into the air for a brief moment.

Lightning exploded around his body as he thrust both hands downwards, unleashing several lightning strikes that arced forward and slammed into the Runts.

Their bodies spasmed violently before being sent flying backwards, leaving them paralysed for a brief moment.

Just long enough for Ray to land in another section of the hall.

Only for about a hundred more Werewolves to rise from the ground.

’What the hell is this place?’

They sniffed the air once before instantly darting towards their target.

Before they could get close, a white light coalesced into an orb above his palm, which he immediately unleashed towards the approaching horde.

BOOM!

An explosion of light tore through the incoming Werewolves, burning half of the horde and sending pieces of their bodies flying through the air alongside splatters of blood.

The survivors that managed to reach him immediately slashed towards him, their claws carving through the air.

Ray parried one strike, knocking it away with his dagger before driving his foot into another Werewolf’s chest.

Bang!

Its chest caved inward and exploded, sending the body flying into the distance.

More and more continued to swarm towards him, while the ones he had paralysed earlier recovered and lunged forward once again.

«Go for the head. GO FOR THE HEAD!» Bruce roared.

"KING!" Ray bellowed into the air as lightning immediately propelled him backwards, creating distance before the Runts could swarm over him.

His saving grace was that the enormous hall was wide enough to accommodate his movements.

The moment he bellowed, his System responded.

[-200 Echo Essence]

A crimson mist erupted in front of Ray like a fiery cloud, and from its depths emerged the Ogre King.

Its massive Warhammer rested on its shoulder as it stepped out of the crimson mist as though passing through a gate.

The King was just as hulking as it had been when alive, but now it appeared even more menacing. Its green body glowed softly, while a faint radiance surrounded its enormous frame.

With every breath it released, mist escaped from its mouth.

The moment the Echo was summoned, it turned around, even as the Werewolves were almost upon it.

Without hesitation, it planted one knee on the ground and bowed its head.

"What’s your order, my Liege?"

Ray smirked.

"Finish them, King."

"As you wish, Liege."

A second away from reaching his position, King whirled around like a fiery rocket, his Warhammer igniting with a furious glow before he brought it crashing into the ground with all his might.

BOOOM!

Flames roared outward, licking through the first row of the horde and turning their bodies to ash.

And soon, the Ogre King threw himself into the horde, swinging his Warhammer and bashing heads and skulls as though he were a baseball player striking sixes and nines with his bat.

Heads flew around the hall, with black blood splattering through the air as bodies dropped like flies.

’I’m curious, though. Why can King speak while Nebula can’t? They’re both of the same rank, so why is there a difference? Is it because King could speak in his beast form when he was alive?

Come to think of it, when Nebula transformed into a Spider, she only communicated through our minds. And hang on, in her current form, she hasn’t used her mind-control powers at all. Is there a reason for that? Did she get weakened or something?’

BOOOM!

The hall shook once more as King continued to absolutely wreck the Werewolves.

No more Werewolves were emerging from the ground, but the Emperor-ranked Echo didn’t hesitate to continue his rampage, swinging his hammer around as though it were the most natural thing in the world.

Flinging the weapon away for a moment, the Echo spun around and hammered his fist into the skull of one of the Werewolves, smashing it completely.

One of his eyes turned orange, and the hammer immediately recoiled backwards, smashing the heads of several Werewolves as it returned to King’s grasp.

’Damn. Still as monstrous as ever. It doesn’t even look like he’s been weakened at all.’

«How lazy can you be to allow your Echo to do all the work while you commentate from the sidelines?» Bruce uttered in a mocking tone.

Ray lifted a brow.

’Why not? Isn’t that what my Echoes are for? Why should the boss of a factory do all the work when he has staff and workers who are meant to handle the job?

I’m not some stupid protagonist in a novel who has people willing to help him but refuses to use them just to flex his strength. Tsk.’

With a powerful roar, King brought his Warhammer down on top of a Werewolf’s head.

Its head caved into its neck, and its body flattened against the ground as the weapon struck with such heavy momentum that it cracked the flooring.

There were no more Werewolves left, and King stood victorious, his Warhammer resting on his shoulder as he stared at his master with a proud smile.

His crimson eyes shone with delight while Ray nodded at him in satisfaction.

But then—

Gasp—!

Ray immediately shifted his attention as his eyes landed on the corpses.

To his shock, the Werewolves were.... disintegrating?

Their bodies began breaking down into dust as though they had been consumed by flames.

Although King had used his flames several times during the battle, the Werewolves Ray was currently observing hadn’t been touched by them. Yet, they were still crumbling and decaying.

’What on Alcatraz is going on in this place?!’